Dear Summer

[Verse 1]

Dear Summer, 40 oz on a rooftop

Heatwave flowing from Bedford-Nostrand to New Lots

Coming from the city where niggas still bumping Biggie

The same way that niggas from Cali still bumpin 2Pac

KOTA top 5 underrated, I’m waiting patient

They thinking that they can silence the voice of a generation

People show me love United Kingdom to Oakland

They begging me for a tour ten hours over the ocean

Kids need a hero, people saying I’m chosen

Hungry for something real cuz everything kinda processed

Poison on the airwaves this shit is making no sense

Breath of fresh air, they global warming, I’m progress

Bread and water, I survived, turn it to bread and wine

Niggas hate the shine, I told the devil to get in line

Word is bond, never settle and never look behind

Gotta climb, little KOTA is watching all the time